The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

With Vester's help, everything started to fall into place.

A few nights later, Darius Archer had to step out for an evening event-finally, the perfect window to put their plan into action.

To assist them, Vester volunteered to attend the gala with Darius, keeping him out

of the way.

That evening, as soon as Citrine and Sebastian received Vester's signal, they moved without hesitation.

Sebastian had already hacked into the estate's security system earlier that morning, disabling every camera on the premises. Wasting no time, they hurried upstairs.

Sebastian had also cracked the code to the locked door in advance, so getting inside was a breeze.

But once they entered, both of them froze.

Across the room, two armed guards stood on patrol. Citrine recognized their uniforms immediately-they matched those worn by the soldiers from Mirage Cay.

Their eyes met in a split second of silent understanding, and they pressed themselves flat against the wall, reacting instinctively.

Citrine turned her head to whisper to Sebastian, "They're armed. You can still back out now."

Sebastian paused, then broke into a grin. "Do you really think I'm the kind to run when things get tough?"

Citrine didn't answer, her gaze locked coldly on the two guards.

"I'll count down from three. On one, we move."

"Understood." Sebastian didn't hesitate for an instant.

Citrine counted under her breath. As she whispered “one,” both she and Sebastian somersaulted across the floor, closing in on the guards.

pale as they raised their guns, but before they could fire, Citrine and Sebastian struck in perfect unison,

a gun, pressing the muzzles to the guards' backs, and forced them

Take us to the safe," Sebastian ordered,

we'll do whatever you say!" The guards, faces ashen, pleaded

hesitation, they led Citrine and Sebastian behind a bookshelf. One of the guards knelt down and retrieved a remote control from a hidden gap at the base. With a soft click, a concealed door

glimmer of

secret study. The safe was tucked beside

safe," Citrine said, taking the

every second counted,

the manufacturer's logo—an international brand—he shot a look at the

behind you," they

the cabinet, grabbed the laptop, and immediately began hacking into the

and asked softly, "How's it going? Can you

there," Sebastian murmured, fingers

ticked by. Only

nerves were

her phone buzzed. She glanced at the

the documents? Darius

hand, "Arrange a

back into her pocket just as—click—the

"Hurry, Archer's already on his way home. We're almost out of

the

at gunpoint, they

as they reached the ground floor, the sound of a

fell. "Damn, Archer's

Sebastian's expression grew tense.

glanced toward the rear exit and said urgently, "We'll use the back

no other option, they turned and moved quickly in the